Blogging

Wow, three blogs in one day. I'm on a roll.

Anyways, so I have an aquaintence at school who blogs. Obsessively. Note the word 'aquaintence' and not 'friend'. Her blog is incredibly negative. I very rarely read it, simply because it takes me to a place where even decent music doesn't help, and I get stuck in a funk of anger, resentment, selfishness and I get very angry over very petty things.

I'll admit, she hasn't had the easiest life in the whole world. Failed romances, broken hearts, life-threatening surgeries, you get the picture. But she has so much to be happy about! For one thing, our school is arguably one of the best schools in the state, public or not, and we're receiving an education that others could only dream of. Sure, there's pressure on us that wouldn't otherwise be there, but it's under pressure that we learn to perform to the best of our abilities, and we'll be under pressure for the rest of our lives anyway, so we might as well get used to it.

She also goes on about how she's not 'pretty'. But she is. Maybe not the conventional 'pretty' that you see in magazines - tall, skinny, blonde, caucasian; the 'Hollywood Pose: Teeth, Tits and Toes' (courtesy of Nickelback's "Shakin' Hands"). But she is pretty. Or, she would be, if she didn't slather so much makeup on her face. At a time when we were still friends, she would give me a hug and there would be enough foundation left on my shoulder for me to cover my own face sufficently. And blue eyeshadow. Okay, it looks good on tall, blonde and white girls, but when you have skin that so many would kill for - an even tan and the colour of mocha - blue just doesn't go.

Religion is another topic of protest for her. She really, really doesn't like it. She thinks of it as an excuse for heartless people to do heartless things to people who don't believe in the same things. And maybe that was true once, but in today's society, in today's Australian society, it is very rare that you meet such a dedicated fanatic. Indeed, I've never met one in my fourteen years of life. And you cannot, under any circumstances, judge someone for something they haven't done. And by that stance, you cannot judge a whole sect of people (almost 90% of the world's population cleave to one religion or another) by crimes commited by often-insane people in generations passed.

I don't believe in God as of this day (I'm agnostic), or in any other form of higher sentient being, but that's not to say that I can't respect that other people do.
Because at the end of the day, it's an individual's choice, and in taking that choice away from them, or condenming them for making a choice that I haven't, I become as bad as those who burned witches at the stake in the 1800s.

And I'm sorry if I'm bitching - I don't mean to. But I am a teenager, and while that isn't an excuse, it may offer you a little insight as to why I write the way I do.